‘Have you really proposed to Katerina DeLitt?’ she asked, because she was a sneaky, sneaky woman, not above using tears to disarm him.

‘I’ve drawn up an offer, yes.’

‘Have you sent it?’

It was still sitting on his desk. ‘Do you have anything against her?’

‘Nothing at all, apart from the fact that you’re in love with someone else. As a woman who’s been in Katerina DeLitt’s position before, she has my utmost sympathy. If you had any sense, you wouldn’t even consider proposing to her in your current condition. If she had any sense she’d refuse you.’

‘Maybe she will.’

Sera had refused him.

His sister regarded him solemnly. ‘Will you at least meet with Sera again before you take such an irrevocable step with someone else?’

He gathered up the icy reserve he rarely wore around his sister and pinned her with his gaze. As dear as she was to him, and pregnant along with it, her interference was unwelcome.

‘I didn’t want to talk about any of this with you, but I heard you out and now it’s your turn to hear me. No, I will not seek out Sera again. I’ve had my say already and her ambitions do not include becoming my Queen. I will not discuss this with you or anyone else ever again. And if you don’t like my answer, feel free to leave.’